Chapter 593 Look at How Worthless You Are!
The drizzle was light, and the wet pavement had a soft glow.
As the car rolled by, Kingsley spotted Amara. They were just fifteen feet apart, close enough for him to catch the confusion and hurt in her eyes under the night sky.
Right then, Caitlyn was practically snuggled up in his arms.
Kingsley had the urge to push Caitlyn away, but his arm barely moved before he stopped himself.
'Why should I care about Amara's feelings? We're done. Isn't this what I wanted, to make her give up? So why am I feeling guilty now?' he thought.
So instead of pushing Caitlyn away, he leaned in closer, looking all affectionate, like they were about to kiss.
Feeling a surge of emotion, Caitlyn watched Amara until the car carried her out of sight. Rising with an indifferent expression, Caitlyn accepted that she and Kingsley were never meant to be.
"Amara looks pretty pitiful standing in the rain. Are you really not feeling anything?" Caitlyn teased.
Kingsley sat there, looking all noble and silent, clearly not happy.
Caitlyn leaned back in the leather seat, lazily fixing her long black hair, and glanced at him. "Honestly, I'm curious. In terms of looks and family background, I'm way better than Amara. Any woman around you is better than her. So why her?"
"Stop the car!" Kingsley suddenly said, his tone icy.
The driver, Terry, was startled and looked in the rearview mirror. He had thought Caitlyn and Kingsley might hit it off, but now it seemed like it was just Caitlyn's wishful thinking.
Terry saw Caitlyn's face turn grim.
Caitlyn had her pride. She had followed Kingsley tonight, swallowing her dignity, only to be rejected. Now she felt humiliated and couldn't help but turn cold. "Terry, stop the car!"
Terry slowly brought the car to a stop.
Kingsley opened the door, stepping out gracefully.
Caitlyn, still caring about him, felt her eyes redden slightly. "You bastard!"
Kingsley closed the door for her.
He smiled faintly. "Better to know I'm a bastard now than after we've slept together!"
Through the car window, she glared at him. Kingsley made a gesture to Terry, looking all noble.
"Drive!" Caitlyn said angrily.
The car drove off, and Terry couldn't help but say, "Mr. Hawkins is really handsome!"
Caitlyn snapped back, "I don't think so. I think he's blind!"
Terry stayed silent.
Kingsley stood in the rain.
He didn't have an umbrella. As a rich guy, he usually didn't take cabs, so he decided to walk back slowly.
He wasn't heading back to his apartment but to get his car.
The rain kept coming down.
Maybe on the way, he would run into Amara. Even though they had broken up, he might give her a ride. She had just recovered from an illness, and besides, he was going to Libytania soon. It would be better to clear things up.
Actually, he had softened before.
But that day in the hospital room, when she called out Ralph's name, was an unforgivable act in his eyes.
Tonight, he was slightly drunk and in a bad mood. He wanted to smoke, but the rain had soaked his cigarette, making it impossible to light.
He crumpled the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can.
Ten minutes later, he passed the spot where Amara had been. She was still there.
But she wasn't alone; someone was with her!
Though he couldn't see clearly, from the figure, Kingsley guessed it was Ralph. They were talking in the rain, and Amara looked a bit confused. Suddenly, Ralph hugged Amara.
Across the street, Kingsley watched quietly.
He saw that Amara didn't immediately push Ralph away; she still looked confused.
But Ralph held her tightly.
Kingsley watched quietly for a long time, then he chuckled lightly. What a joke! Amara, who had been professing her love for him these past days, was now hugging Ralph! He felt ridiculous for still being soft-hearted and caring about her.
Kingsley took one last look at Amara, then thought, 'We're really over.' Then he quietly left.
Across the street, Amara suddenly pushed Ralph away.
Ralph stared at her, his face full of pain. "Mom and Dad were hit by a car and died. Do you feel nothing? We have no parents anymore!"
Amara stepped back. She remembered the letter she received that day, the diary, and Desiree's beatings and threats. Although Desiree had adopted her, she really didn't feel any sadness. She was even relieved.
Ralph didn't know the truth. With Desiree dead, no one in the world knew her true identity, that she was an illegitimate child of the Hughes Family.
A slight smile appeared on Amara's lips.
Ralph was furious. "My mom was right about you. You're ungrateful. I really misjudged you! I was going to take care of you for the sake of my parents, but you're heartless! Since that's the case, I won't beat around the bush. We'll split the funeral expenses! You wouldn't be unwilling to pay that, would you?"
Amara calmly retorted, "I can pay! But what about the house back home? Do I have a share?"
Ralph stared at her intently.
After a long time, he said softly, "You must be crazy! I'm their only son. Do you think you deserve a share of the house?"
"Then I shouldn't have to pay for the funeral! Besides, we have no relationship anymore."
Amara finished speaking and turned to leave.
Ralph wanted to chase after her, but then he thought, 'If she won't pay, she is of no use to me. Why bother with her? I have made quite a bit of money recently, and with the house back home, my future looks bright. And she is just a woman Kingsley didn't want!'
Then he muttered, "Bitch," under his breath, then stormed off.
Amara walked in the rainy night.
She didn't know where she was going or what to do. She had seen Kingsley with another woman and thought she shouldn't bother him anymore. That was way too humiliating, and she didn't have the guts to fight another woman for Kingsley.
But she still wanted to go to the apartment one more time, even if it was just to take a look from a distance. It held her most beautiful memories.
He didn't forgive her; he chose someone else, but she would never forget him in this lifetime.
When someone met someone too stunning, it was hard to find someone suitable afterward. Amara was like that.
She usually didn't spend money, but tonight she hailed a cab and asked the driver to take her to that building. The driver, seeing her drenched, casually joked. "It's late. Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"
Amara sniffled lightly and said, "Yes! He's giving me the cold shoulder!"
The driver chuckled as he drove. "Young people are like that. They say all sorts of hurtful things during a fight and regret it afterward. It's good if one side knows how to give in!"
Amara lowered her eyes and stayed quiet.
She thought, 'Kingsley will never forgive me. Tonight, he's probably with Caitlyn, maybe at a hotel or in Caitlyn's room, but he won't come back here.'
Half an hour later, Amara got out of the car.
She initially just wanted to stand downstairs, but when she looked up and saw the lights on, she was very surprised and thought, 'He came back?'
She looked again and saw his car parked nearby.
Amara felt a mix of emotions. He didn't spend the night with Caitlyn; he came back.
She almost immediately ran into the elevator, arriving at his apartment door. Her slender fingers hesitated for a long time before pressing the doorbell, wondering what to say, whether to tell him about Desiree's threats.
Desiree was dead, and even if she told him, only they knew the truth.
Maybe he would forgive her and take her back.
Amara gently pressed the doorbell.
Inside the apartment, Kingsley had just finished his shower, wearing a bathrobe and drying his wet hair.
Hearing the doorbell, he frowned.
No one but Amara would come here, but he had just seen her hugging Ralph on the street. What was she doing here now?
Kingsley threw down the towel and walked over to open the door. When the door opened, he looked at Amara coldly.
Amara's clothes were soaked.
Her face was pale, and she was trembling all over, hugging herself and looking at him helplessly. Then she mustered up the courage to speak, "I have something to tell you!"
But Kingsley didn't want to hear any more sweet talk and lies. To him, she had lost all credibility.
Without trust, how could love continue?
He said coldly, "You don't need to say anything!"
He didn't drive her away, though. Tonight, he had drunk a bit and felt like indulging, and Amara was right in front of him. He no longer had feelings for her, but he still wanted to sleep with her.
Kingsley stepped aside, signaling her to come in.
Amara hesitated. She felt something was off about him, but she couldn't pinpoint it.
She entered his apartment, afraid her shoes would dirty his carpet, so she took them off outside and walked in barefoot. Just as she was about to look for a pair of slippers, he hugged her from behind. "No need to bother; you'll be taking them off soon anyway."
Amara had only been with him, but she understood what he wanted to have sex with her.
She remained silent, letting him do as he pleased. When he had teased her enough and turned her around to kiss her, she couldn't help but press against his shoulder and whisper, "What about her..."
Kingsley, now very much in the mood, said nonchalantly, "Not possible!"
He didn't want to engage in any verbal exchange, so he picked her up and carried her to the guest room. Amara wanted to speak, but he kept pushing her down.
Tonight, Kingsley was wild and rough, unlike his usual self.
Amara wasn't feeling well, but she still went along with making love.
After several rounds of sex, it was nearly 3:30 AM.
Kingsley released Amara from his embrace, put on his bathrobe, and went to take a shower. Amara, exhausted from his rough treatment, almost fainted. She listened to the sound of the shower, thinking that he might have been rough because he had been holding back his desire for too long.
She wrapped herself in a thin blanket, her flushed face showing a hint of joy. She even noticed a small, exquisite velvet box on the bedside table.
Amara usually didn't touch other people's things.
But now she wanted to see it, so she hesitantly picked it up and opened it. Inside was an emerald ring, about 6 carats, beautifully designed. She noticed a small inscription inside the band: MY LOVE.
This was Kingsley's engagement ring!
Amara stared at it in a daze. She carefully slipped the ring onto her ring finger, and it fit perfectly.
Just as she was filled with joy, thinking there might be a turning point, Kingsley came out of the bathroom and saw her trying on the ring.
He paused, remembering the custom-made ring had arrived, but since he and Amara had broken up, he had just left it there. He hadn't expected her to find it.
Kingsley's gaze turned cold.
He walked over to the sofa by the window, sat down, took out a cigarette, and lit it, slowly taking a drag.
He looked at her with a hint of mockery.
Amara felt embarrassed and quickly took off the ring. "I just wanted to try it on!"
Kingsley seemed indifferent.
He said, "It's not that valuable. If you like it, take it! Or if you prefer cash over jewelry, I can write you a check!"
As he exhaled a thin stream of smoke, he added, "A lump sum of $400,000, how about that? I'm leaving for abroad in three days. If you want to earn this money, come over every night at eight. No need to cook; after sex, I'll have a driver take you back."
He spoke casually.
Amara's face turned pale, and the fine sweat on her body began to feel cold. It took her a long time to understand his words. He meant that everything tonight was a consensual transaction.
He didn't sleep with her out of affection or forgiveness; it was purely to satisfy his physical desires. He chose her and agreed to pay a staggering $400,000 for one night. She was undeniably expensive.
But Amara knew that in Kingsley's eyes, she was worthless.
She was someone who could be dismissed with money.
She wasn't even as valuable as the woman in the car tonight. Because he cherished her, he didn't touch her. He touched Amara because she was worthless, requiring no responsibility, just $400,000. The most he could offer was money.
Amara's lips trembled. "I don't want money!"
"Want jewelry?" Kingsley laughed. "Amara, you have good taste! This ring is worth about $4 million. It's quite valuable. Take it and stay with me for these three days!"
Amara suddenly exploded, "I said I don't want money!"
He stared at her.
She was still in a disheveled state, but she ignored it. She tried hard to explain, "In Stellaria City, I left you because of Ralph's..."
Kingsley interrupted her.
He sneered, "I don't want to hear your love story with him! I should have known you two were the same, willing to sell everything for money. By the way, you've seen how low he can stoop for money, right? How are you any different from him now?"
Amara's face turned pale.
Kingsley's smile faded, and he said, "You don't want money and jewelry, so you want the title of my wife?"
He stood up and came to her, lightly pinching her chin.
He leaned close to her ear and asked, "Look at your worthless self. Tell me, do you think you deserve to be my wife?"
Amara's face turned pale.
She suddenly didn't want to explain anymore because she could feel his disgust and disdain for her.
Would explaining make any difference?
In his heart, she was just a liar who sold her body and feelings for money. To him, she was no different from Ralph.
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